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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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THE QUEEN'S MARIE
IX
Scarcely had she lain down again,
And scarcely fa'en asleep, When up and started our gude Queen
Just at her bed-feet; Saying—' Marie Hamilton, where 's your babe ?
For I am sure I heard it greet.'— x ' O no, O no, my noble Queen !
Think no sic thing to be; 'Twas but a stitch into my side,
And sair it troubles me ! '—
XI
' Get up, get up, Marie Hamilton :
Get up and follow me; For I am going to Edinburgh town,
A rich wedding for to see.'
XII
O slowly, slowly rase she up,
And slowly put she on ; And slowly rade she out the way
Wi' mony a weary groan.
XIII
The Queen was clad in scarlet,
Her merry maids all in green ; And every town that they cam to,
They took Marie for the Queen.
XIV
' Ride hooly, hooly, gentlemen,
Ride hooly now wi' me ! For never, I am sure, a wearier burd
Rade in your companie.'
greet] wail, cry.          hooly] gently.
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